HAYLEY MARSHALLâ:
hayley was almost positive that this wasnât going to kill him, even if there was still the slightest room for doubt â but he still had fight in him, yet enough sense to actually listen and put some pressure on the wound. good. âwords donât really capture it,â she muttered to herself. there was nothing forcing her to stay, except for the fact that she still felt bad. feeding was a part of what she was. âhere,â she murmured. her fangs appeared once more, sinking into her own wrist and tearing it open to offer him her own blood, holding her wrist out just in front of his mouth. âitâll heal you. i know you have no reason to believe me, but iâm not making myself bleed for fun.â
Her fangs dropped again and this time Bellamy was able to see the whole thing. He felt his breath hitch in his throat when her face turned that of a monsterâs. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Though he was scared, he doubted sheâd kill him. If she wanted to she wouldâve done so by now. Or so Bellamy hoped. âWhat?â He looked down at her wrist in disgust. âGet the fuck away from me.â He hissed. What kind of twisted game was she playing? âNo, youâre just making me bleed for fun.â














